I love a good margarita, so on this May 5th of 2012 I tip my hat to Ignacio Zaragoza Seguín.
After leaving my friends at the weirdest make-shift True Blood set posing as a Boston underground tequila bar I decided to head home and make my own Cinco de Mayo beverage. I felt bad leaving but… who would have thought at 3PM that there would be a pitch black bar PACKED full of Jersey Shore candidates dressed in their Sunday-best-walk-of-shame finest waiting for a $14 margarita. I just wasn’t dressed appropriately. Or born of the age-appropriate decade. Good God, thankfully I wasn’t wearing my cut off khakis, adidas soccer socks and Hunter boots. No one should see that.
I’m old. I’m mold. I mold.
Anyway, where was I. Where am I rather. I have such a difficult time handling tense wether it be in prose or in my own day-to-day existence. Be in the present, be in the present, be in the present.
You want to go with something decent here. The idea is to expose the essence of the tequila rather than mask it in a sugary margarita mix. I used Herradura which is a decently priced and delicious tequila.
In a shaker:
- Tequila (sorry I don’t measure, just use your instincts)
- juice of two limes, one lemon
- diced jalapeño
- a few pinches of salt
Gently shake, garnish with a slice of jalapeño.
Now let’s all celebrate the
unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla.